...Much to the detriment of his midterm exams. When he eventually did concoct a ploy to get Justine into his room--under the guise of needing a study partner for his lapsing grades--it wasn't far from the truth. They arrived in his room to find the lights dimmed, his roommates out for the night, and aromatic candles burning everywhere.
“Calm down”, he thought to himself. “She hasn’t even been here two minutes.”
Apparently finished inspecting his room, she looked at Edward with a smile.
“Well, your roommate sure knows how to entertain a girl. So are we going to study in here or should we go to a room with more light?”
“Oh come on,” he pleaded. “I like the atmosphere. It’s not like we’re doing heavy reading. I bet your eyes need a break from the fluorescent light anyway.”
Justine bit her lips to keep from laughing, seeing through his obvious ploy to keep her in a romantic setting. Edward was cute when he was nervous. Even cuter than when she saw him every day in class.
“Sure. You’re right.”
Edward controlled the sigh of relief.
“So. Um…I guess we should start with Adorno. He’s definitely gonna be on the test. Here, I made flash cards.” Justine reached down into her book bag casually, stealing a glance at Edward as he watched her every more. She blushed and nervously pushed her bangs behind her ear. She came up without the flash cards, smiling slyly at Edward, who seemed confused.
“Is something wrong?” Oh no, he thought. She knows something’s up. This night is totally shot.
“Are you sure you brought me here to study? I mean, I can practically feel your eyes.”
“What are you talking about? I was just waiting for you to get the flashcards.”
“You’re lying. I could feel your eyes burning a whole in my back, just the way you stare at me in class.” She was going out on a limb telling him all this, but she was tired of only fantasizing. It was obvious Edward was too nervous to make the first move.
His palms began to sweat. “Uh, sometimes I look at you. I mean, casually, I guess. I wouldn’t call it staring.”
“I would. I see you looking at me from the corner of my eye when you should be listening to Professor Brooks. Sometimes your hand even moves a little closer to your zipper.”
Oh my God! This was horrible! She must think he was some drooling pervert. He should never have tried this.
This silence was agony. He wasn’t saying anything. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he really was just looking casually at her...although she could've sworn... Ugh! All that work to get him to look at her and he wasn’t even interested! This wasn’t working at all. Nervous, she looked up at Edward, who was obviously struggling with what to say.
“Look, uh. I’m sorry. I…uh…I mean—“
“No, I’m sorry. I thought you were into me. I guess I thought wrong.”
What?! How could this girl possibly think he wasn’t into her?
“No. No! Wait a minute. You knew I liked you?”
There was hope. “Well, I mean, I thought you liked me. Was I right?” Justine stopped gathering her things upon hearing her hunch had been correct. She calmed a bit, a confident smile curling her lips as she realized she once again had the power.
Justine looked so sexy when she smiled like that. It was like a confident smirk. Realizing she actually seemed to be into him, he relaxed, started noticing how pretty she looked in her green, low-cut top and short denim skirt. Her lip gloss shimmered in the light of the candles, making her lips look ripe for the kissing.
“Yes. I like you. I mean, that isn’t exactly how I wanted you to find out. I mean, I didn’t want you to think I was some creepy guy staying at you.”
“Edward, of course not. Why do you think I kept wearing all those little skirts? I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for weeks.”
My goodness! The Justine Brinkley was trying to get him to notice her! This was almost too amazing to handle. He stifled an ecstatic smile and moved closer to her on the bed, the only seating in the room.
“Well, it definitely worked! All this time you’ve been liking me too! Oh my gosh! And the whole semester I thought that—“
She raised her fingers gently to his lips. “Enough talking. You’re babbling, Edward. Just do to me what you’ve obviously been thinking about all semester.”
She put her things down on the floor next to the bed, scooted closer to him, and placed her right hand on his leg. Chills went from where her hand was touching him to the base of his phallus, awakening senses he’d tried to harness since Justine walked into the room. She looked into his eyes with sincere yearning.
She began to kiss on his neck, nipping at his ear, kissing along his collar bone, delicately titillating him down to his well-toned arms. She took his hand and brought it to her face, first gently kissing and licking, probing the sensitive nerve endings of his hand with her mouth, then inserting his index and middle finger into her mouth suggestively.
The look in her eyes was carnal and his erection stiffened further, forcing him to adjust himself. Looking at her with his fingers in her mouth, the glistening pink of her lips looked and felt like the wet warmth of her sex receiving him. Unable to control himself, he took his hand from her and grabbed a firm hold of her hips while he kissed her passionately, deeply. Justine could feel the intensity of his kiss and knew tonight would be memorable. She embraced him further when he pushed onto her, forcing her to lie down onto the bed.
He couldn’t help it. His primal urges were taking over. He kissed behind her ears, on her neck, down into the crevice between her breasts. Her breathing quickened as his tongue roamed around her breasts and chest. She felt the muscles in his back flex and relax as he moved around her, making sure not to overpower her with his muscular weight.
She also noticed when his strong, powerful hands moved from holding her hips, up her waist, under her shirt, and behind her back. Here, he fumbled a bit, breaking his momentum as he tried to unhook her bra with one hand from under her shirt. Impatient, wanting him to continue laying the hot, wet kisses all over her body, she sat up, panting.
“Here. Let me get it.” She unhooked her bra and pulled it off from under her shirt. About to take off her top, Edward took her hand and stopped her.
“Wait. Let me do that. Lets take our time.” She was amazed she’d finally found a guy willing to take it slow, but was frustrated it had to be the one guy she wanted to have right this moment. No more waiting. While she was up, she took the opportunity to take the upper hand and get on top of this beautiful black man she’d been dreaming about for weeks.
He smiled, glad to let her ride him like a wild stallion. His massive girth grinded roughly through his pants against her hip. He helped it along, pushing it further into her as if they were already making love. She was pleasantly surprised to feel the size of Edward’s eager cock, waiting to penetrate her, fighting an orgasm at the mere thought of her. He wanted her so badly, and knowing that made Justine even more hot. Her sex was pulsating and moistening with their rocking motion.
As she moved, he could see the slight bounce of her breasts and could delay holding them no longer. He slid the silky material over her head and stared in awe. My goodness. They were perfect. The perfectly round globes stood out from her chest, glowing with his kisses. Her nipples were tight with arousal, the pinnacle of two beautiful, brown, silver-dollar circles. Her nipples were like Hershey kisses, the icing on the cake of her supple, soft breasts. They were even better than he imagined.
He hastily unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his glistening abdomen. He was yearning for her, to feel her skin against his. He pulled her on top of them, her nipples pressing against the flexed muscles of his chest. With one smooth and powerful movement, he was on top of her and began lightly massaging both breasts with his hands. He cradled them in his hands and touched then in firm but smooth strokes that blew on the embers of passion burning within her.
Justine, extremely sensitive and ticklish, bit her lip to keep from laughing, torn between laughter and unbelievable pleasure. She moaned for him as he caressed her, touching her, kissing her, pressing his body against her, making her waters flow even stronger. His kisses trailed downward. Down…down…down…Until he was at the hook of her denim skirt. He resisted simply ripping the fabric off her, as she might need the skirt later. He unhooked the metal catch and pulled the zipper down with his teeth.
She smiled mischievously as he leaned back to pull the skirt off her body. He scooted down to position himself to taste her, to feast on her fertile juices. Her lacy, pink, slightly damp panties smelled of her sweet aroma and he slid them down to her ankles eagerly and tossed them onto the floor.
He started at her ankles. As he kissed and licked her soft skin delicately, Justine writhed slightly in pleasure and anticipation. He was taking his time. He was at her toned calves now, taking them in his hands, licking up to behind the knee, the inside of the knee. Shivers went up Justine’s spine and hit deep within her throbbing sex. He was at her lower thighs now, caressing her smooth brown skin with his large, slightly callused hands. She pulled at him, begging him to come further up. But he delayed her pleasure until the very last moment, licking, kissing, and tantalizing her inner thighs, her pelvic bone, everywhere but where she desperately wanted him.
Finally, he reached his hand up to stimulate her clitoris with slow circular motion. He had the power. He was in control. And she was loving it. Waiting for him, after such a long delay, she nearly lost control of herself at the mere touch of his fingers. She moaned in ecstasy as he moved his fingers from her clit into her, filling her, then out again, in, then out, around, penetrating her. She was wetter than she’d ever been with anyone and finally his lips joined his fingers, pleasuring her, exploring her warm, pink folds, tasting her. She tasted so sweet. His hot mouth probed and sucked, explored and plundered her, as she screamed for more. Involuntarily, her hand reached down and grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to stay right where he was.
“Oh my goodness! Right there! Don’t you move. Don’t you DARE move!!”
Her screams amused him, made him feel all-powerful, aroused him even further. Here was his dream girl and he was fulfilling his deepest, strongest desires with her right now. She climaxed and her body spasmed, jolted under the wave of wonderful pleasure, and released her luscious torrent. She burned for him. She longed to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. She pulled him up to her face, kissed him, tasting herself mingled in the warmth of his mouth. She would not be outdone.
With a hidden strength he had not guessed at, Justine pushed Edward aggressively onto his back. He was still wearing his jeans, which were rough against her sensitive skin. She yanked at his belt, pulled it harshly out of his buckles, and ripped open his pants. Amazed by her force and ferocity, he helped her as she pulled frantically at his pants. That out of the way, only the red silk boxers stood between her and his massive cock. Now she would take his advice to go slow...tortuously slow, as he'd done to her.
She slid down off the bed, her knees hitting the floor, and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Kneeling, she was met with his beautiful, black shaft staring her in the face. She gulped, both in anticipation, and realizing that, with the size of his manhood, she might be in over her head. Edward, however, was in agony, waiting to feel the warmth of her lips, tongue, throat enveloping his massive organ as he had dreamed so many times.
With one hand, she cupped the velvety skin of his testicles and with the other, she grabbed the base of his mammoth shaft. When his foreskin hit her warm, soft lips, every muscle in his body tensed. He clenched his bed covers in his hands to steady himself and keep from cumming before she’d even started. She saw his hands clench into fists and smiled before inserting just the head into her mouth. He moaned as she moved her hands up and down and stimulated the very sensitive frenulum on the underside of the head.
He bit his lip in ecstasy, and moved his hand to caress her hair as she worked. Suddenly, she took him all into her mouth, fighting off a gag reflex, and turning his gentle caress into a firm pull on her hair. This let her know she was doing a good job. Slowly, she moved him in and out of her mouth, feeling the ridges of his phallus against the inside of her cheeks, being very careful to keep her teeth from grazing the shaft.
Gradually, her slow motion became faster, and with the up and down motion of one hand on his cock and the other caressing his testicles, he could no longer bear it. He exploded inside her, his warm fluids filling her mouth and flowing down the back of her throat. She swallowed dutifully, his firm grasp on the back of her head tightening and then releasing with the dissipation of the orgasm. His legs trembled.
Grinning, she wiped the corners of her mouth and came up to kiss him. She’d had enough foreplay. She wanted him inside her. Likewise, he was tired of imagining what it would be like to satisfy her to the fullest, to feel the fluid wave that passed over her, starting in her warm vagina and sweeping her from head to toe. Just the thought began to bring up his erection once more.
Edward stroked Justine’s hair, playfully pulled it. She loved his teasing. He loved the mischievous gleam in her eye. He took her by the shoulders and gently laid her down on the bed. His hands caressed every inch of her being; the sweet friction of his hands against her flesh was heaven. When he got to her knees he slowly parted her supple, voluptuous thighs with his hands. She let out a slight moan in anticipation. Justine couldn’t believe they hadn’t studied sooner!
His erection, abundant in girth and length, gestured towards her, reached out to please her. She could see the gleaming drops of precum on the tip of his penis, signaling he was more than ready to satisfy her, to let her moist oasis envelop his throbbing organ. He lowered himself on top of her, her ample breasts pressing against him. He kissed her neck gently, then nibbled on her ear to distract from the slight pain of him entering her.
The feel of her hot cunt all around him was intoxicating. Suddenly he was like a shark having tasted blood on the water: he wanted and could see only Justine, and would not stop until he’d had his way with her. He began pushing himself into her, further, deeper, harder. His enormous member was almost more than she could handle, but the intense ecstasy she felt as he thrust into her made her beg him not to stop, not to ever stop. Faster, harder, deeper, she pleaded into his ear between moans and whimpering. But he could not hear her; he was lost in a fog of sexual bliss. His pace increased, grew more furious, more passionate. Justine was hysterical with joy and pleasure; their intertwining bodies were igniting celestial fireworks.
His thrusting, pushing, caressing and her begging, screaming, groaning culminated in a final, forceful thrust into her. They road the orgasmic wave together, as Justine grabbed hold of Edward’s back, curled her toes, released everything within her, and Edward clenched her hips to steady himself during the thunderous orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted and empty of all energy. Justine powdered his body with baby kisses as they lay, their bodies mingled together, spooning in sexual fulfillment.
